A Psychopath’s Dream
I’m not clinically diagnosed I’ve heard the whispers Antisocial and cold Lacking the spark of empathy It’s a clinical script you don’t know You’d be surprised how easily I offer a hand How warmly I can bridge the distance between us You’d admire the weight of my presence The way I inspire The ease of my influence Is it my fault to be a light in a dim room? I am creative, articulate, persuasive A sun people want to orbit A moon they want to own Yet, my energy is an "inflated ego?" They see entitlement I see a clear reflection I mirror what people want to see I am just simply authentic They label my curiosity as manipulation My focus a desire to control But I don’t want center stage I only want to find where I belong So, if my actions make you waver My confidence feels like an intrusion Draw your lines Set your god-damn boundaries Be clear about what you desire I promise I’ll respect the map you give me I won’t use it to find my way back in